[ Ciri makes a note to leave this woman a gift of some sort later. Brilliant, thoughtful woman. If she ever needs anything printed (more likely, if Jaskier does), she'll know who's reliable.

Ciri wrangles the little beast into the box with her help, and they get the lid on to the sound of more whining and crying from within. ]

Oh, shut up, you ingrate! How dare you scare me like that!

...ah, no need. I'll carry him.

[ He'll be fine in there for the short trip back, though Ciri will ask Alucard to poke a few holes in the top with his claws when they're further out. She thanks the printer and the other workers and makes her exit as gracefully as possible with the box clutched to her chest.

Once outside, they make their way quickly back to the Witcherhouse, where Ciri invites Alucard in (and tells him to make very sure the door is firmly closed). The little criminal is freed, sort of, into the confines of the bathroom for now. He'll be getting a bath. Imminently.

For now--

Ciri returns to Alucard with a sigh of relief, throws her arms around him, and even plants a friendly kiss on his cheek. ]

Thanks. I'm really glad I ran into you today.